Dragoncrest Cliffs no room for you on the right side

she resists the urge to roll her eyes in a particularly teenagery way (barely). nomi doesn't know furi like she does, and while blix is steadfast in her belief that their leader doesn't favor her children over the other warriors of the pack, she also knows that she probably isn't supposed to let her children say self deprecating things. it's like, an unspoken rule of nomi-hood. probably. she is right about needing to understand furi's point of view, though. otherwise they're just gonna keep butting heads. "sha," she murmurs, glancing vaguely in the distance, as if she can sense wherever her friend is currently. but she can't - she's not artaax, she doesn't do the whole stalking thing. "..chof, nomi," the ginger adds, and leans in to the touch a little. even if things are still sideways, she's glad to have gotten some perspective from nomi - at the very least it's ... reassuring? to know she comes by her communication problems honestly.